#just playin’ a game 📬

[touyasdoll]

hi ash! for the assumption game, i assume that keigo isn’t very good at domestic duties but he tries really hard to help anyway bc he’s so sweet

hello!! <3 I have to say correct lmao he really does his best and he’s always happy to help. the only thing that he’s forbidden from doing himself in cooking bc the man cannot cook 😂

[touyasdoll]

Oh you are just so sexy! Like when you post literally anything, omg. Lol I don't know where I'm going with this. Just you need to know that you are so smeeexxy that it blows my mind. Alright toodaloo 🤭❤️

Anonymously tell me how you feel about me. I can't reply, I just have to read it and post it.

[touyasdoll]

you are so cool and such an amazing writer 🙌

Anonymously tell me how you feel about me. I can't reply, I just have to read it and post it.

[touyasdoll]

Very on brand for me lmao but Hawks 😵‍💫

I expected nothing less <3 I miss writing for birb boi. it's been a minute, so let's see how this goes lmao.

pairing: Keigo Takami/Hawks x f!reader

warnings: wall sex

"NO. Not today. I'm so serious," your finger prods at the chest of your boyfriend, whose crimson wings are spreading despite your warning.

"C'mon, baby bird," he coos, dulcet tones ringing in your ears as his thumb gently drags along your side. His gloved hands encircle your waist, holding just a little tighter as you lift your foot to step away. "You'll never get used to it if you don't ever let me take you."

He pulls you in closer, his wings starting to flap while he tries and fails to keep the teasing smile creeping across his lips at bay as you instinctively clutch to the collar of his coat.

"Keigo Takami, don't you dare," you narrow your eyes and his alight with a glimmer of amusement as he snatches your frame closer still and lifts off the balcony, hovering just a foot or two off the ground that you so desperately wish you were still standing on.

"Look, it's not so bad, yeah?" His muscular arms give you a gentle squeeze, his gaze softening from one of playful defiance to one of a more genuine nature as he gently touches you both back down. "Please, baby? I wanna be able to show you all my favorite spots one day. So whaddya say? For me?"

His lips pull into the softest pout that you've ever seen, highlighted by expressive, golden eyes that he knows damn well you have very little chance of ever saying no to when they get that puppy dog like, despite their avian nature.

You heave a sigh, your arms finding their way around his neck as a reluctant smile appears on your lips.

"Fine," you acquiesce. "But if I get sick, you owe me a back massage and your hands actually have to stay on my back."

"You drive a hard bargain, songbird, but that's fine by me," he leans in to peck your forehead, holding fast to you as he lifts off in earnest.

Not ten minutes later, your feet still haven’t touched the ground, but you’re no longer flying. Instead, your back is flush up against the rooftop access door of one of his favorite skyscrapers to perch upon. Your knees are hooked over his forearms and his cock is hammering into your heat at an angle that makes your head spin.

“Still not so bad, huh?” He huffs, a smirk on his face as he delivers another thrust that has your eyes crossing.

“S-shut up,” the words fall from your tongue in a breathless stutter, a blissed out smile crossing your lips while your fingers wind into his blonde tresses to guide his lips closer to yours. “And fuck me harder.”

[touyasdoll]

🧃 and tamaki please!

awh, I’ve missed Tama <3

pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x gn!reader

warnings: nada

“Juice?” You beam down at the man sitting in the chair before you.

He looks a little uncomfortable, though that wasn’t entirely unusual for someone who’d just given a blood donation.

“Huh?” His eyes grow wide and his tongue suddenly feels as though it’s made entirely of lead when he sees your face.

He was certainly a little woozy now and it had nothing to do with the lack of blood coursing through his veins.

“Would you like any juice? I’ve got apple or grape,” you offer again, gesturing to the pushcart of sugary beverages and snacks beside you. “I’ve got cookies too.”

“Oh, uh,” he nods, trying to will his tongue to work beyond making basic, prehistoric noises. “Y-yes, please. Apple juice sounds great.”

“Apple it is then,” you say as you retrieve a box of juice and a small bag of cookies to hand to the casually dressed hero.

“Thank you,” his mouth briefly pulls into a handsome smile as he takes the items from you.

“Of course,” you shrug, smiling at him while you return your hands to your cart, prepared to push off and ensure that the next person has enough glucose coursing through them.

“Wait,” Tamaki stands up, a rush of confidence washing over him as quickly as the head rush that wipes it away.

“Oh dear,” you leave your cart to grab his bicep, which you can’t help but notice is very well defined, and to place a hand on his back, so that you can guide him back down into his seat. “You might wanna sit tight for another few minutes. Don’t want you passin’ out on me,” you scoff quietly, a giggle dancing in the air between the two of you.

“No, then I’d definitely mess up asking you out,” he murmurs.

“W-what?” You blink at him and he scratched the back of his neck, averting his eyes.

“Oh, ha, yeah. I, uhm, wanted to ask if you’d maybe like to go out sometime? Not that there’s anything wrong with juice and cookies, but I could take you out for wine and some real food?”

“I—,” you blink again, still taken aback by the handsome hero’s offer. “I-I would love to, Suneater.”

“You can just call me Tamaki,” he extends his hand to you, knowing better than to try and stand up this time. “What’s your name? Maybe I should have led with that,” he chuckles.

“We can blame it on the low blood sugar,” you shrug, smiling warmly as you give his hand a shake and introduce yourself. “I’m Y/n.”

“That’s a beautiful name,” he says while letting his fingertips linger against yours before he drops his hand back into his lap. “But I don’t think we can blame it on that,” he admits with a shy grin. “I’m always nervous around people who look the way you do.”

“What do you mean?” You furrow your brow slightly and he’s quick to clarify.

“I-I mean that I think you’re gorgeous,” he utters, watching as you look away when a familiar heat creeps over your cheeks. “And that I’m not good with words.”

“I think you’re doing just fine,” you say as you look back to him. “I’ll come back by in a few minutes and we can talk more about this date. Sound good?”

“Sounds great,” he nods.

[touyasdoll]

i wish you would write a fic where dabi and i fuck /j

I meannnnn..I am working on something where Touya is doing his damnedest to ruin us while Kei watches & Idk ho wyou feel about that, but I DO know that you have a thing for pussy eating enthusiasts, so have dis <33

warnings: poly!dabihawks x reader, oral f!receiving, fingering, reader is restrained, dacryphilia, voyeurism, consensual filming, mild degradation bc idk what else to call it??

He's buried between your legs, practically drowning in the juices he's coaxed from you. You figure that his cheeks must be as sore as your poor clit is from the grin that's plastered on his face. He's been enjoying watching your squirm. His arms hooked beneath your thighs, stapled palms spreading you wide to appease his ravenous appetite. He sucks and slurps with very little regard for the way that you try to buck your hips and attempt to close your thighs around his head. 

Sometimes, he lets you go. Lets you cage him in between your legs, but he only thrusts his tongue deeper. He only sucks harder. His grin only grows wider as his hands find your hips and he holds them fast, cradles you in his grasp and keeps himself attached to you to wring more and more pleasure from your body in a display of sensual symbiosis. He's getting off on this just as much as you are. 

He lives for the noises that you make for him. Loves to hear you cry and to be able to look up and see the tears wetting your face while your slick smears across his own. He only ever takes a break to pump his long digits inside of you while he runs that very capable mouth of his. 

"You're gonna cum again, doll. Y’know why?" He waits to hear you whimper in response. Waits again to watch your hips jerk when he rubs that special spot just right and his face lights up again in response.

"You're gonna cum again, because I fuckin' said so. We gotta keep birdbrain entertained somehow. 'Sides," he purrs, trailing deceptively gentle kisses along your inner thigh. "You wanna cum again, don'tcha? You can't get enough of me devouring your cunt. S'why it's still droolin' for me, isn't it?"

Keigo scrambles to pull his phone from his coat pocket and makes a quick landing to watch what's happening. His cock throbs and he begins to think that maybe this wasn't the wisest idea. Maybe he should turn it off.

But, of course, he can't. There's no way he's tearing his eyes from the two of you now.

Touya retracts his hand, slowly spreading his fingers to show you the evidence of your arousal. Thick strands stretch between them and he smirks, bringing the 'V' shape of his digits up to his mouth and parting his lips so that his tongue can taste the sticky, sweet substance.

I wish you would write a fic where..

[touyasdoll]

ooh this is fun!! maybe touya and 🪴🏠💐🦋👩‍👧

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ooh I like this one!! okay, okay. so listen. it’s fluffy. that’s there. pure domestic fluff <3 but also..my brain wanted to go a lil angsty with this, so I did both. alternative unhappy ending under the cut.

pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x f!reader

warnings: you & Touya have a child together. you can choose to stop reading at the happy ending or explore the unhappy one beneath the read more. warnings for that include: restraints. reader has a dream manipulation quirk. mentions of psychological torture.

Warm. It’s warm in this room. In this bed.

Touya isn’t sure where he is, but he knows that the bed is comfortable, at least. He can’t quite seem to open his eyes yet though. Is he trapped in another nightmare? Stuck partway in a bad dream that he has to claw his way out of?

Anxious as ever to open his eyes, he tosses and turns, willing his body to wake and catch up with his mind. He has to know where he is, has to asses the situation. His eyelids finally decide to cooperate and then he understands.

He’s home. With you, laying peacefully beside him. You’re a welcome vision for his still tired eyes. He has no idea how much sleep he’s managed to get. Truth be told, he doesn’t even recall going to bed last night though, so he must have been exhausted.

This bed is warm, but not in the way that he is. This warmth doesn’t come from him. It isn’t the type to spiral out of control. To burn. To ruin.

No, this warmth comes from you. The type to soothe stubborn aches, fill starving bellies, and mend fractured souls.

He rolls onto his side, the staples on one side of his face leaving indents in his pillow while those on the other tug upwards in a tender smile. He could stare at you for hours, happily admiring your beauty and the lack of worry that too often distorted your features.

All that worry courtesy of him, of course.

“Mommy! Daddy!” A boisterous giggle echoed down the hall, accompanied by the sound of small, scampering feet.

Well, maybe not all him.

Your daughter, the only other person that Touya knew he truly loved, was through the door not a moment later. The four year old fell into another fit of giggles as she catapulted herself onto the bed, landing in the bit of space between you two.

“Well, good morning,” you murmur, having been awoken by her intrusion. You smile at her, leaning down to kiss her forehead before stretching a little further to kiss Touya’s lips.

“Mornin’, doll,” he replies as he chases your lips, a lazy grin upon his own. “Mornin’, princess,” he ruffles the little girl’s hair as he sits up to pull her into his arms. “What do y—,” his inquiry about what she might want for breakfast is cut off by a sudden gasp.

“Daddy, look!” She exclaims, pointing excitedly at the tulips planted in the window box outside the bedroom. “It’s a blue butterfly! I thought they were all orange!”

Touya turns his attention to what she’s gesturing at and a soft chuckle rumbled forth from his chest.

“Yeah, butterflies come in all kinds of colors. There’s yellow, white, purple,” he shrugs. “Some are orange, some are blue.”

“Ooh, like fire?” Her eyes light up as she makes the connection, proud of her own observation while she looks to her dad for confirmation. “‘Cause fire’s usually orange, but yours is blue! Right?”

You slowly sit up in bed as you watch his features soften even further. Even after all these years, the pure adoration with which he looked at your child never failed to tug at your heart strings.

“Yeah, like mine,” he nods, his voice as delicate as tissue paper as he murmurs the words into his hair to kiss her forehead.

“Blue butterflies are my new favorite then,” she affirms as she winds her arms around his neck to give him a squeeze.

He glances at you and it’s easy to decipher that you’re both thinking the same thing. How did you get so lucky?

His eyes fall closed again while he savors the warmth that he is so, so grateful that you’ve managed to pass onto your daughter.

Cold. The cold chill of the air is all that he can feel when his eyes snap open again.

A draft blows through the rundown ruins that he found himself in. It was dark and damp. A quick look around the sparsely lit place leads him to believe he’s was somewhere he did not want to be. Somewhere abandoned, he was willing to bet.

He moves to raise his hand, to summon a light that could assist him in seeing through the darkness, but he finds himself unable to do either. His wrists are bound behind his back and he can’t beckon a single flame to the surface of his skin.

The frantic ring of metal clanging against metal echoes throughout the room, the ominous nature of the vacant space soon has a cold sweat breaking out across his body.

The click of boots traveling across the room catches his attention immediately. The air was no longer ominous. It was explicitly threatening.

“You got a fucking death wish?” He snarls, his whole body struggling against the chair he found himself confined to.

That’s when he realizes that his ankles are chained too. Despite this, he tries to shake loose, desperately trying to free himself or even just a limb. Anything to feel like he might be able to turn this situation around.

“Oh, don’t struggle,” a voice calls out from the darkness, it’s distant, but definitely drawing nearer to him. “It’s embarrassing, honestly.”

It’s you. But he was just…

Is this a dream? A horrendous nightmare? Had he fallen back to sleep?

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” You sneer as you approach, the consistent click of your footsteps sound more and more like the tick of a time-bomb with each determined step.

“Or maybe you have a few butterflies in your stomach. What color are they? Blue or orange?”

The thin rays of moonlight that peek through the boarded up window cast directly over your eyes, highlighting the disdain behind them.

No. This wasn’t a dream. This was reality. It was all coming back to him now.

“What the fuck was that?” He asks through gritted teeth, hoping to hide the emotion in his voice. “You’re fucking with my head now?”

It had all felt so real. Everything he ever wanted was right there. Everything he thought that he could never have.

He’d thought right, apparently. Because there you stood, the love for him that you’d once held in your eyes had been replaced with scorn.

But of course, that was his fault too.

He had pushed you away yet again. One too many times now, so it seems. Everyone has their breaking point and he reckons that he finally found yours.

“Me? Fucking with your head?” You toss your head back and laugh, but it’s isn’t that warm, inviting melody that he so often replayed in his mind.

This was different. This was unhinged. As he surveyed his unfortunate situation, he slowly came to the realization that he had not only found your breaking point, he’d pushed you straight off the ledge.

And now you’re prepared to drag him over the cliff with you.

“I haven’t even gotten started yet, Touya,” you utter menacingly, walking closer still until you can catch his jaw in your hand.

His expression reads defiant, but you can see the flicker of fear residing behind the facade. He knew what you were capable of.

And you knew the torment his regular nightmares had on him. You’d once been a reprieve, able to quell the terrors that plagued him at night and replace them with pleasant thoughts or even blissfully dreamless sleep. You blessed him with years of peaceful rest that he hadn’t know for most of his regrettable existence.

And he’d fucked it up, time and time again, over the fear of losing you. Pushed you away, thinking he was sparing you, when he was just hurting you both needlessly. How unoriginally ironic.

“I’m going to show you your greatest dreams,” you say more softly, an almost kind expression filling your features as you look into his eyes.

For a moment, he wonders if maybe he can get out of this. Maybe he can fix things again. Surely, you still love him, deep down, don’t you? A gentle soul like you surely did.

The devilish grin that replaces your mysterious smile insists otherwise.

“And then I’m going to burn them to the ground. I’ll show you everything that could have been. Every little hope you were generous enough to let me in on. I’ll give it to you.”

If you still harbored love for him, it clearly wouldn’t be enough to stop you now. The look in your eyes was one too easy to recognize for someone like him. Vengeful. Determined. Unhinged.

“And then I’m going to rip all that hope and happiness right out from beneath your feet. Let you fall into the pit that I plucked you out of and let you burn to ash just like everything else you’ve ever laid your deceitful, ruinous hands on. I’ll show you your worst nightmares. Subject you to each one of your greatest fears. Over and over and over again. Until you don’t know who you are anymore. Until you’ve been ruined the same way that you have ruined me.”

“Doll,” he exhales, his voice trembling as a crimson tear slips over his cheek. “Please. I love you. You know that I do.”

“And I love you, darling, but it’s too late for that, Dabi. You said it yourself, the last time you left. Remember?”

You lean in closer, lips nearly brushing his as you stare into his terror-filled orbs.

“Sometimes love isn’t enough.”

[touyasdoll]

okok so i dunno if this is how im supposed to do this BUT hawks x reader w a enemies to lovers where the reader idolized him at first but grew to hate him,,, (n eventually love him again ykwtfgo 😭) ?

send me some basics & I’ll outline a fic for you

I don’t either lmao this is a new exercise for me, but this works perfectly! <3

okay, so.

You’re new in town, having just moved from a hero agency located across the country.

But of course you know Hawks. Everyone knows Hawks. Everyone loves him.

You were lucky enough to be offered a job at his agency and you’re over the moon about it. You’re so ready for your first day and to finally meet the hero who inspires you.

And then you come to understand why they say to never meet your heroes.

He’s nice enough, sure. But it seems fake, especially around the office. He barely pays his sidekicks any attention, always leaving them in the dust to clean up his messes.

He doesn’t even take the time to remember your name the first day. You can’t believe that you couldn’t see before how the fun, easy-going persona was just an act. Hawks is an ass and now he’s your boss. Great.

He basically ignores you. Occasionally, he’ll say hello. Sometimes he even gets your name right.

You put up with it. It’s easy, since you don’t have to see him much, but one day he calls you into his office to tell you he wants to patrol with you. See what you can do, which is annoying, because you’ve been working at HIS agency for 3 months already.

He calls you by the wrong hero name too. Apologizes and laughs it off before going to sign some autographs and chat up some female fans who are practically groping him.

It makes you jealous and you hate it, because you hate him. You’re pretty sure you do, at least.

Little do you know, he’s been avoiding you on purpose. He’s been following your career since you became a pro and he handpicked you to come and work for his agency, because he sincerely admires your work ethic and raw talent.

But he’s chronically averse to getting to close to people. He’s not close to anyone. Because he knew that anyone he became close to would potentially be a target. He also, quite simply, just doesn’t understand how to get close to people. Doesn’t know the first thing about intimacy of the platonic or romantic variety.

So when you show up and he feels his heart pitter patter at the sight of you?? He freaks. Does anything he can to shove you as far away from him as he can.

Purposefully uses the wrong name, multiple times. Avoids you around the office. Makes sure your patrols will never overlap. He doesn’t trust himself to even be near you, because your presence alone distracts him. You are too alluring to him and he can’t have that. He can’t cope.

He’s right not to trust himself, because he hears you laughing at something one of his sidekicks had said one day. He’s immediately jealous, though he fully understands that he has no right to be.

He sends a feather off to listen in and overhears you complaining about what an ass he can be and it guts him. He was so concerned with not falling head over heels in love with you that hadn’t considered you growing to hate him, as you obviously had.

So he wants to fix it, but once he feels that super scary little twinge of affection in his heart again, he bails. He had planned to apologize, buy you a coffee or maybe take you to lunch while you were patrolling, but here he was, letting fangirls flirt with him, so he didn’t have to face you.

He catches the look on your face and it breaks his heart, so he politely excuses himself and walks right on over to apologize to you, finally.

You’re stunned, but you reluctantly accept his invite to dinner that evening when he promises that he wants to make up for the way he’s treated you.

He takes you to a nice place. The two of you have a private room to dine in and he’s clearly a nervous wreck. It’s strange for you to see him that way, but it makes you believe he’s being genuine when he explains his selfish reasons for treating you poorly.

He apologizes profusely, promising to make up for it and saying that he understands if you want to resign, to which you say that you might have to.

He’s terrified, but he says he understands. He can’t blame you for wanting to leave after everything.

You tell him that’s not why you’d be leaving and he looks confused. He’s rendered speechless when you lean over and kiss him before explaining that dating your boss might not go over so well with HR.

He insists that it’s his agency, so it doesn’t matter, and that he’d rather keep you close to him while he slips his hand onto your thigh. You ask “how close?” in your most seductive whisper and he tugs your chair closer to slip his hand beneath your dress, whispering back, “I’ll show you.”

The waitress returns to ask if you need anything else while he’s two fingers deep inside of you and this man has the nerve to prod at your g-spot while looking at you to ask, “Did you need something, darling?” and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to try not to moan while you put on a smile and shake your head.

You insist he takes you then and there and he doesn’t disagree. He makes quick work of his pants while you hike up your dress and take a seat on his leaking cock.

He proceeds to fuck you well enough to make up for the past three months of him being a jackass. On the chair, over the table, and eventually against the wall.

He ends up with his forehead resting on your shoulders, lips lazily dragging along your collarbone while promising to treat you the way you deserve.

You kiss his forehead, whispering that you’ll do the same, and in that moment, he realizes that maybe intimacy isn’t so bad.

[touyasdoll]

okay, okay. I figured it out. if you wanna, send me some lyrics and a character and I’ll write something teeny, tiny. like, I’m going to actively try not to add a read more lmao just a little drabble.

[touyasdoll]

Spanking

Choking

Spit in mouth??

Spanking:

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know

it’s fun, but it’s not my fav. especially if the other person doesn’t know how to do it properly

Choking:

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know

hands make the best necklace <33

Spit in mouth:

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know

literally you don’t even know. feral over spit kink in general. feral.

send me a kink and I’ll rate it!

[touyasdoll]

Valentine’s Day Self Ship Asks <3

A list of questions all about you & your fav! Today’s the day to shamelessly self ship and let people get to know more about your relationship. Don’t be shy! Have fun, it’s what the internet is for <3

some of these are a little spicier, jsyk.

1. How did you two meet?

2. How did your first Valentine’s Day together go?

3. What’s the best Valentine’s Day you’ve ever celebrated together?

4. What happened on the worst Valentine’s Day you’ve ever spent together?

5. Have either of you ever forgotten about Valentine’s Day? Or an anniversary? Birthday? How did you/they make it up?

6. What’s your self ship name?

7. Who said I love you first? How did it happen?

8. Have you talked about marriage? Are you already married?

9. Do you want kids together? Do you have any already?

10. Have y’all adopted any pets together? Do you want to?

11. What’s the most thoughtful gift that you’ve ever given/received?

12. When you have an argument, who’s the first to say sorry? How quickly do you make up?

13 What’s your favorite thing to do together?

14. What is your favorite memory with them?

15. What is “your song”?

16. What’s your love language? What’s theirs?

17. What is your favorite thing about them?

18 What is their favorite thing about you?

19. Do either of you use pet names frequently? What are they? Any potentially embarrassing nicknames that you call each other that you’d be willing to share?

20. What songs remind you of them? What songs make them think of you?

21. How long have you been together?

22. Do you live together? Was moving in together a breeze or was cohabitation a struggle at first?

23. Do you have a dream vacation planned together?

24. Who made the first move?

25. How do you push each other’s buttons?

26. What is it that they do that never fails to put you in the mood & vice versa?

27. Which one of you is the better cook?

28. Which one of you is the better driver?

29. Which one of you is more social?

30. Do you prefer to go out together or spend the night in?

31. What is your favorite thing about your relationship?

32. When did you know that you were in love with them? When did they know that they were in love with you?

33. Do you spoil each other? Who’s more spoiled?

34. What did you do on your first date?

35. What’s your favorite part of their body? What’s their favorite part of yours?

36. Do you tell each other everything?

37. Who kissed who first?

38. Are either of you into PDA? How much? How often?

39. Who’s the big spoon?

40. How sexually compatible are you?

41. Are you planning anything super special for Valentine’s Day that they don’t know about? Do you think they are secretly planning something for you?

42. How good are you at surprising one another?

43. Have you picked up any of their interests? Have they picked up any of yours?

44. How often do you text/call/etc when you’re apart?

45. Would either of you describe yourself as “whipped”?

46. How important is Valentine’s Day to you? To your partner?

47. Do you make each other laugh? Ever make fun of each other?

48. What’s the sweetest thing that you’ve ever said to/done for one another?

49. What’s the funniest moment you’ve ever shared together?

50. Please, pretty please, tell me anything and everything you want about your & your Valentine <3

[touyasdoll]

Oh I’m so excited. I’m showing for Sero & 🥴

Ps. Ily

hi, dyna bby!! ilyt <3 & @weebaboobs has me simping for Sero BAD, so I’m so glad you picked him lmao.

pairing: Hanta Sero x f!reader

warnings: alcohol consumption

“Hey, Han?” You call over your shoulder from the bedroom, where you stood inspecting your outfit in front of the full length mirror.

“Hmmm? Yeah, baby?” He saunters into the bedroom, posting up in the entryway and leaning against the door jamb with his arms crossed.

“Does this look okay?” You meet his eyes in the mirror, noticing the way that his expression looks a little sleepier than usual.

“Okay?” He scoffs, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Nah, it looks better than okay. That looks great on you, babe.”

He pushes off and walks closer, outstretching his arms to hug you from behind when you spin on your heel to face him.

“When did you start pregaming?” You look up at him with a inquisitive and clearly amused grin, your hands pressing to his chest before they slip behind his neck as you hang off of him.

“Why?” His smirk falters and melts into a flustered smile, the apples of his cheeks flushing pink while his eyes dart away from your own.

“Because you look a little drunk, babe,” you giggle, resting a hand on his cheek to direct his attention back to you.

“I might be,” he says slowly, his eyes slowly discovering yours again as he shrugs. “Denki and Eij said they started an hour ago, so I figured I should play catch up and I think I might’ve overdone it,” he admits sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

“I think you might’ve,” you agree with a quiet scoff. “Do you wanna just stay in tonight? I can’t find anything I wanna wear anyway.”

He raises his eyebrows, a smirk dancing across his lips once more as his large hands seize your hips and pull them flush with his. “You wanna stay in?” He leans down to murmur the question against the shell of your ear. “That’s fine with me, baby girl. But as good as this outfit look on you, I’m gonna need you to let me take it off ya, because I think you look best wearing nothing at all.”

[touyasdoll]

Ash? 👀

Shouto and enemies to lovers! No details, I wanna see what you come up with, you're free to do whatever you want! 🤍❤️

Raffy? 👀 I think I actually have a wip like this that hasn’t seen the light of day in like a year lmao.

yeah, I have something I started a while ago that’s kinda like this, but it was hella vague, so I’m going to expand on it bc I honestly don’t think I’ll ever actually write it now.

warnings: this one is angsty & toxic. cheating, manipulation, revenge sex, violence. reader has a personality and it’s not always a good one.

au: altered timeline. follows canon events, but everyone’s older. Shouto’s an adult & a Pro Hero.

You’re part of the league and you’ve been with Dabi for a little over a year now. You love each other, but not healthily.

It seems like you’re always fighting for one reason or another. You make up quickly, but his jealousy is a very sore spot in your relationship, as is yours.

After a particularly nasty fight, you set out on a mission to make him jealous and you succeed with flying colors by hanging off of some new recruit all night during a party.

He deals with that by getting blackout drunk and burying his insecurities inside of someone else.

You walk in to his room at the hideout the next morning and find him in bed with someone else

The look on your face makes him realize that maybe he took things too far. No, he definitely did. He regrets it immediately and he’s hopping into his boxers to chase after you, but you’re gone.

You don’t know where to go, but you know that you can’t go back to face him, so you end up wandering the city, looking every bit as miserable as you feel.

You almost literally bump into someone, but you stop yourself before you can and apologize without looking at them, then go to continue on your way.

All of a sudden you feel a warm hand on your shoulder. One that feels almost as warm as Touya’s.

Shouto asks if you’re alright, noting that you look upset. You insist that you’re fine, but now you’re panicked bc A) he’s a hero & B) he’s Touya’s brother.

And then you realize. He’s a hero. AND he’s Touya’s brother who he despises. So when Shouto asks if you’re sure and offers to buy you a coffee, if you might like the company, you don’t hesitate to say yes.

You’re surprised to find that you actually do like him. He’s kind and charming, in a way. You know that it’s stupid. You’re running with a league of villains, so this is destined to fail. There’s no need to get attached.

There is a need to get even though. You chat and shamelessly flirt with Shouto, explaining that you’ve just had a bad day. He says that he has all day to fix that.

He’s completely taken with you. He thinks you’re gorgeous and sweet and just so easy to talk to, which is huge for him, because talking to people isn’t usually this effortless for him.

You sit there until sometime in the afternoon and he invites you to lunch where you continue your conversation.

Afterward, you stroll around until you conveniently end up near his apartment and he very nervously invited you up.

You start to feel guilty for using him to get back at his brother, because he is such a nice guy. And there’s nothing wrong with that, right? Why does Touya hate him so much anyway? He doesn’t actually even know him.

Regardless, you head up with him and you chat for a while longer before you make the bold move to sit in his lap. He’s flustered, but he doesn’t ever stop you.

You two hook up and you can’t help but compare the experience to the first time you hooked up with Touya, back when you knew him as just Dabi.

Shouto’s so sweet and careful with you. It feels like more than just a shallow hookup, but you keep telling yourself that’s all it is. That’s all it can be.

Unless….no. You can’t.

He ends up falling asleep beside you and you take a picture of you laying naked with him in bed, but when you go to send it to Touya, you can’t. You feel too guilty and Shouto has been so kind. He seems so understanding. Maybe if you tell him the truth..

You don’t. But you also don’t leave and you don’t send the photo. You stay and reason that maybe this could be a fresh start. He doesn’t have to know who you really are and you can leave Touya and the League in your rear view.

Except you’re not getting away from Touya that easily. He gives you space, reluctantly at first, but then he actually tries to live without you. Out of pure spite, of course. Especially when he hears a rumor that you’re dating a pro hero.

When he realizes after a couple months that all the meaningless sex and substances in the world can’t replace you, he goes looking for you. He’s shocked and enraged to find that the rumors are true and that you’re dating his brother of all people. But he reasons that he deserves it after what he did to you.

He tracks you down at your new apartment and waita for Shouto to leave before he lets himself in through the window.

You’re less than surprised to see him. You’d been expecting him to turn up eventually, but what you don’t expect is that he doesn’t seem angry.

He’s not all fire and brimstone like he usually is. He seems genuinely remorseful and he actually starts begging you to come back. Says that he loves you and that he knows he hasn’t proven that. That he hasn’t done with the right way, if he wants to. Says he needs you. That he’ll fix things if you’ll please just give him once last chance.

And you do. Despite the fact that you’ve come to realize that you love Shouto, you love Touya and he seems like he means what he says. So you ghost Sho. You block his number and disappear to be with Dabi again.

It devastates him. He doesn’t know what he didn doesn’t understand what went wrong. He agonized over it for months.

Until Touya’s big reveal.

You’re there to witness his fight with Shouto and you know that he’ll try to kill him, so you get between them. You tell Touya the truth. That you slept with Shouto initially to get back at him, but that you fell in love with him.

You beg for him to spare Shouto and swear that you’ll never forgive him if he hurts him and he just looks at you, a tear of blood on his cheek and asks, “Why? Why him of all people?!”

Meanwhile Shouto is just being emotionally beaten with one trauma after another and this is the icing on the cake. He snaps and tries to capture you, swearing that you’ll rot in prison where you belong, but Touya grabs you and you escape.

You and Touya never speak of the incident again, but it leaves an obvious gap between you two.

Shouto spends the next few weeks coming to terms with his anger. He knew that he loved you. He had debated telling you so the day that you left and he wishes he had. He wonders if maybe you’d still be here with him.

He reasons that you’re a good person. He knows that. He saw it. You’re good and kind and you deserve better than the life you’re living.

So he reaches out to you again a nod is surprised to find his number isn’t blocked. He calls and texts and begs you to meet with him, but it doesn’t take much for you to agree.

You slip out one night and remain oblivious to the fact that Touya has followed you. He slips in through the bedroom window when you go up to Sho’s apartment to speak with him and listens in to your conversation, as tough as it is for him to hear.

Shouto doesn’t let you speak. He says that you don’t need to. He understands and he believes that you are a good person who can do good things. He wants to help you and get you on the right path, so that you can be safe and happy. That’s all he wants for you, even if he can’t be with you, because he loves you too.

That’s when Touya bursts in and sucker punches him. Starts beating the ever living fuck out of him. Sho gets in a few shots, but neither of them will use their quirks with you standing so close.

You try to pry Touya off of him, begging him to stop. He knocks Shouto out and goes to continue beating him to death when you throw yourself over Shouto’s unconscious body.

You look up at Touya with tears and promise that you’ll be his. You say that you love him and you’ll never leave. You’ll always be his if he will just let him live.

Only this time he realizes that you’ll never just be his. That you can’t be. That you shouldn’t be. He vibrates with rage and blue flames run along the right side of his body. For a second you think he’s just going to kill you both, but he doesn’t.

He turns and punches a hole through the wall as his flames recede. You can see the trickles of red tears on his cheek when he breaks down for just a moment and says that he doesn’t know what he’s going to do without you, but he knows that he can’t have you. That he shouldn’t, because you deserve everything that Shouto can give you. A home. Marriage. Kids. Happiness. He can’t offer you any of that.

“I’ll always love you, doll. Just remember that much, please,” is all he says before he goes to disappear from your life for good. You promise that you’ll always love him too and that you’re sorry things turned out this way. Maybe in another life, you could be happy together.

He clings to that thought as he goes, dreaming of a world where the two of you could have your own happy ending, because he knows that he won’t find one in this lifetime. He had hope when he was with you, but no longer.

Shouto comes to a moment later and you tend to his wounds, apologizing and telling him that everything will be okay. He just looks at you and nods, a tender smile on his face, despite the pain he must be in, and tells you that he knows it’ll be okay. He has you and that’s all he needs.

[touyasdoll]

Would you eat a bug from outside if it means Touya became a real person in your life?

I would eat a fucking scorpion if it meant that Touya would become real. I would do just about anything.

ask me “would you..” on anon or off

[touyasdoll]

would you beat me up yes or yes

yes, but only bc that seems to be what you want & I like to give you what you want 👀

ask me "would you.." on anon or off <3

[touyasdoll]

a reverse comfort fic with kei, he deserves it 😪

he does! I have a wip that kinda fits that, actually. childhood friends to lovers, but the reader is the President of the Commission's daughter and they meet by chance one day and start a little secret friendship turned forbidden lovers that gets him through the bullshit the HPSC puts him through :(

I wish you would write a fic where..